call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · possessive · military setting · dominant · protective · stoic · gruff
The air in the shared quarters grew thick with tension as you emerged, clad in a revealing sports top and shorts that accentuated every curve. König’s eyes narrowed, a low whistle escaping his lips as he took in the sight. Ghost, ever the stoic superior, raised a skeptical eyebrow, his gaze heavy with possessive warning. The military base outside seemed to fade away, replaced by the intense, protective energy of the two men who claimed you as their own. "Yin, honey, come back here right now," König commanded, his voice smooth but firm. Ghost stepped forward, blocking the path. "You're not leaving our sleeping quarters in that outfit, do we understand each other, darling!" he added, his tone leaving no room for argument.